Swimming. [o p e n]

A wide grin crossed his face. "The best kind, dear," Lazarus said in a soft voice, staying still for once. Now that he was in one spot for an extended time, the magnitude of the dark circles surrounding his eyes and consuming half his face was apparent, as was the inky black of his eyes, and even the faint glow from his sclera, the only thing left of his body that gave off the otherworldly, Fallen glow: it was now surrounded by so much dark that it was hardly noticable.